Dawson, Long Fin Killie Dublin 1992, 1993

When my parents bought me my trusty typewriter in 1990 the first band I wrote to was Dawson. I corresponded regularly over the years with Jer of the band. I loved their wild discordant noise. I took some copies of their records to sell and kept talking about them to anyone that would listen. When Jer asked if I could help organise something for them and fellow Glaswegians Long Fin Killie I was over the moon.

When he asked for it to be on August 13 I was devastated. Miriam and I were due to be in Mayo that day in the middle of a holiday with her family. We had a long discussion about it and agreed to get the train home that day. Thankfully we got back in time to see Dawson in Dublin. What a privilege. Not too many others got to witness that privilege but it was their loss, undoubtedly. Amazing! Barnstormers the following year was equally thrilling.